BLACKOUT
It was a rather dull Tuesday morning in Yardley. I needed a pee. More
to the point I needed a good fuck. Fortunately, I had some time on my
hands so I was able to wait for some time in the public toilets. Nobody
came in. Well, it's sometimes like that. That's it, I thought to
myself. Better be going. Just then, however, a young black man walked
in. He walked up to the urinal, unzipped himself. I say 'young man'. I
suppose he was slightly over thirty-five. After a while, he turned to
me and smiled. From then on I sensed my luck was in. I smiled back, but
then quickly turned away. After about thirty seconds, I turned my head
around for the second time. He smiled and so did I as I watched him
slowly fondling his hardening prick. I reciprocated the gesture and it
wasn't long before the two of us were both staring at each others
erections.
Public toilets, however, are dangerous places and so I asked him if he
had anywhere to go. He said he didn't. I suggested to him that we make
for a derelict house I knew in the vicinity. We both zipped up. I left
the toilet first and he followed me at a safe distance up the road.
When we got to the empty house, I paused a while on the other side of
the road before crossing over. Peter, however, had qualms about the
idea. What's more, it had just begun to rain. I asked him again if he
knew anywhere we could go. After a few moments hesitation, he said he
could take me to a friend of his in Small Heath, but his friend might
want to fuck me as well. Well that's OK I said. I'm sure we'll manage!
The two of us walked through the underpasses at Yardley. I had parked
my car in the B&Q car park. It was now raining harder. Peter and I got
into the car. We were both, I suppose, a little nervous. I drove into
Small Heath via Hay Mills. Peter told me to turn left into one of the
side roads. We ventured half-way up the road. As it so happened his
friend was standing outside the front- door. Peter told me to drive
past the house and park the car. He himself would have a word with his
friend who was apparently called Joe. If all was O.K., he'd give me a
wave. Peter got out of the car and made for his friend. After a minute
or so's conversation, Peter beckoned me from the car. I very quickly
locked the door of the car and headed in their direction. Introductions
at the front door were fairly minimal (it was still raining) and we
soon passed from the hall into the back room.
The back room was quite cosy. Joe, another black man in his fifties,
returned to his seat by the television. Peter and I sat on the sofa.
After a few minutes banter about the weather and shopping in Yardley,
Peter began to pull off my sweater, then he opened my shirt and began
to play with my nipples one by one, first by thumbing them and then by
gently sucking them. Soon we began to embrace and cuddle one another. I
began to feel quite sexy. After cuddling we laid back on the sofa.
Peter unzipped me and put his large black hand inside my white
underpants. He soon found my cock and began to play with it. Not
surprisingly I soon had him unzipped as well. He sighed as I pulled his
red briefs away from his manhood and, with his cooperation, dragged his
trousers to his ankles. By now there was no doubt about the size and
'quality' of his penis. It must have been a good eight and half inches
long and of substantial girth. Slowly I played with his balls and the
inside of his thighs. His prick became even harder. Gently I rolled back
the foreskin, the glans was very clean and glistened. I wanted to suck
Peter, but decided to wait a while. Slowly I moved my fingers up and
down his shaft. He smiled. 'That's very good', he said. I continued.
While this was going on, Joe (believe it or not) had been transfixed
by the T.V.. However, he now got out of the chair. Very slowly he
rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Then he told me to strip off and to
place myself across a wooden chair in the centre of the room -- legs
apart. I obeyed his 'orders' and thus positioned myself. He himself
divested himself of trousers and shorts. With little ceremony he came
round to the front of the chair. This was the real thing. I soon had
his somewhat limp cock in my mouth. It's slightly salty taste reminded
me of my own erection. Using my lips and tongue I soon got it hard. As
I sucked Joe's cock, I could see Peter quietly masturbating on the
sofa.
After a while, Joe withdrew his prick from my mouth. I knew what was
next. A moment after the sound of spitting, Joe's wet fingers were
exploring my arse hole. He spat again and began to put up a finger up
my arse. I myself spat on my hand and began to lubricate my arse with
my saliva. I don't often have to use vaseline, as long as I'm relaxed I
find I can usually receive a prick with not too much difficulty. Joe's
cock pressed against my anus. He pushed hard. Fortunately, it was
positioned well and quickly slid in. At first there was a little pain,
but it soon disappeared as he gradually began to pump me. After a
minute or two, Peter got up from the sofa, tossed off his trousers and
pants, and was holding his firm black cock under my nose. It was very
erect and I could see traces of dribble, but not very much. I took the
whole lot in my mouth. It tasted wonderful. I ran my tongue around the
glans and inside the tiny slippery hole in the centre. Peter put his
arms on Joe to provide support as he continued to fuck me. Here was I
-- a white guy -- being fucked by a Black guy while sucking off his
Black friend. What a dream!
After a while Joe withdrew from me. It wasn't long before Peter
followed suite. Although Peter's cock was larger than Joe's, there was
no problem about penetration. It just went straight in. While Peter was
delighting in the action, Joe went into the kitchen, cleaned himself
up, and then returned for a good suck. We must have been like this for
several minutes. Needless to say my own prick was solid as steel
throughout this activity. Eventually, Peter withdrew. Joe then told to
me lie with my back on the floor. I did so. He then lifted back my legs
and entered me once again. He began to thrust harder and harder. I ran
my fingers down his back and thighs. But he didn't climax. Instead he
withdrew. Peter, however, who had been playing with himself in a nearby
chair, was delighted to have a chance in this new position. He was soon
thrusting away. After a couple of minutes, I could tell from his
breathing and the tightness and sweat of his arse that he was near to
orgasm. I ran my fingers down his spine a couple of times. He grunted
and gasped and shuddered in a serious of jerks. After a while he
withdrew and sat down on the arm of a chair. He squeezed his penis from
the base. A lot of spunk still oozed out. I put my hand to my arse
hole. It was very wet and sticky. It wasn't long before Joe had pushed
his throbbing cock in me again. The sight of spunk dripping from
Peter's dick no doubt assisted his resolve to 'give it to me' this
time. Peter in fact was letting me taste his spunk since he was
rolling the tip of his now limp penis over my lips. It tasted
excellent, thick and creamy. Joe continued to pump. It was somewhat of
a marathon, but he eventually got to that exquisite plateau of
excitement. I scratched both thighs very gently. Every muscle in his
body strained. This was it! I could feel the final thrust deep inside
me. I too was about to explode. With Joe still inside me, I asked Peter
to bring me to climax. By this time only a few strokes were needed. I
shot my load all over my chest, and a few spurts landed on my face. As
I came I could feel Joe's penis still hard and heavy within me. At
last it was all over!
After a minute or two, we got up. Joe pointed me to the bathroom. My
arse was covered in spunk. I sat on the seat of the toilet and
strained a little, a great number of blobs of spunk dropped into the
pan. I really had been given a proper filling. I washed myself, came
out of the bathroom, put on my clothes. I said a few cursory goodbyes
to Peter and Joe and made for the door. It was no longer raining. I
made for the car. Tired but very very satisfied.
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